I remember the days when an evening at the Woodside Inn resulted in the subsequent day being spent on the toilet experiencing the contents of your stomach becoming acquainted with the porcelain at 50mph, via what was by then, your red raw and irreparably damaged arsehole.
How things have changed, the pipes have been cleaned and the light snacks and nibbles on sale are in date. There has even been the addition of a female bar maid or two in recent times, which for the Woody, is an event of similar significance to the fall of the Berlin Wall.
I can't complain much at all about this boozer, the clientele is of a slightly more mature nature, but there is never any trouble and the beer is good. If anything the seats need to be widened to accommodate for my appalling posture, but it is otherwise an establishment of the highest caliber.
Best buy is a pint of Belhaven Best, and if you're feeling classy, why not use it to wash down a pack of Scampi fries. Welcome to the world of Falkirk's elite. read more